With her arm freed, Izzy pulled it to her and flexed her hand. Casting a quick glance around to be sure there were no immediate threats, she sat up, her knees bent in front of her, and rubbed her jaw, hoping to alleviate the ache in her mouth. Had she hit it, or something? For all she knew, she could have. She let out a slow breath as the cloudiness of sleep fogging her head slowly diminished.
	She took a better look around the room, taking in the faded, peeling posters that had been left up, forgotten, and a chalkboard at the front of the room, a large crack cutting it almost in half. She tried to find a source of light, but there was none, making her brows furrow in confusion as she added the question of how she could see the room in the first place to her quickly growing list.
	Turning her attention to the boarded-up windows, it dawned on her that she had no idea how long she had been out for. She reached into her pocket, hoping beyond hope she still had her phone--the device she always used to keep the time. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt its familiar form.
	She quickly pulled it out to check the time. When the screen lit up, she flinched and blinked at its sudden brightness, then nearly dropped it; the lock screen displayed 6:04 PM, Saturday, June 18th.
	“[i]Three days?[/i]” she hissed, panic blooming in her chest. She had been unconscious for [i]three days?[/i] Her parents must be worried sick!
	Unlocking her phone, she found multiple missed calls and text messages from them, each increasing in worry. She hastily called her mother’s number back, and placed it to her ear. It rang a couple times, the ring jerky as it struggled to maintain a connection.
	“Hello?” she said when the ringing stopped, but she received only a garbled mess from the other end. “Hello!”
	The telltale [i]beep[/i] of the call disconnecting rang loud in the silence of the room.
	Izzy took a deep breath, trying to keep her growing panic at bay. She needed to get somewhere she could get a better signal. To get out of the school. 
	With the sleeping child offering no help, she got slowly to her feet. She looked to the child. Not wanting to leave him behind in case he was just as ill-informed as her, she decided she would make sure it was safe, find an exit while he slept, and come back for him.
	“I’ll be back,” she told him. Without waiting for a response, she headed to the door.